"Hi sis, I heard things didn't go so well."
"No, they didn't. Ashley tried, but they just wouldn't accept him for their perfect little Daughter of Hathor."
"Argh! We're religious Egyptians! We don't do virgin goddesses! How could Hathor not want her daughter to have sex and be a mother!"
Sithathor's relations with her older sister Meresankh were complicated. As a child, Meresankh had been particularly pious, and had been plainly disappointed when Hathor chose her brother rather than herself as a special servant. Full of resentment, she had flirted briefly with atheism, and then, far more dangerously, with monotheism. (Monotheism wasn't exactly illegal, but after the disastrous Abrahamic wars of the early twenty-second century had made much of the Middle East and Southeastern North America uninhabitable for decades, it was rather heavily frowned upon in society.) In her late teens, however, her religious journey ended with a return to her family's Egyptian faith, but with Bast rather than Hathor as her deity of choice. This decision had been followed by a reconciliation with Sithathor.
Like many of Bast's followers, Meresankh had acquired a few bodily modifications in a feline direction while stopping well short of full catgirl--she had retractable claws implanted at the ends of her fingers and toes and whiskers between her nose and mouth.
Meresankh--the name meant "she who loves life"--took Bast's role as a protective goddess very seriously, and Sithathor noticed that her sister's claws were literally out. "Merry, please give Mom and Dad a little time. I'm sure they'll come round without you going in there in full blast protector mode."